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I could try to compromise and compact myself into a singular movement
a single energy
that you could then take and sell across Billboards and breakfast cereal boxes
for your own selfish pleasures
to be prized as the one who found the rose growing from concrete
the diamond in the rough
of course you would use such cliche terms un-authentic overused word Play
No creative pin stroke surfacing to create something of your own entunement
I realize that in your mind you need me need me to be your undivided attention
as you divide and conquer my own selffullness
with a knife and a fork
like I am your servant not only giving you your meal
but being the meal itself
in the formation of a muse
amusing you with the way I clipped my toenails and sacred precision
the way I don't bend over backwards to let just anyone see the bushes that rest in between my thighs but at the same time they poked in my shorts without any care for me
you want me all to yourself in my unsorted Masterpiece
if only you could understand what makes me dance under Moonlight scented candles
how the equation of my loveliness formed within the confusing algebraic expressions taught by your teachers in grade school
staring at me for hours with a notepad and Pen
still will not allow you to understand the depths in which my mind fluctuates like ocean tides
and you will never know the secret because you do not respect me as a water-bearing blood blood pumping being
instead you would  favored me best
if I was silent complacent and mysteriously trendy
Like Girls on Film
sooner or later I'll be sold in plastic casing on the shelves of local targets and walgreens
everyone and anyone and everything allowed to lay hands on my now
manufactured breast
or I'll be put in a historical museum with the look but don't touch etymology plated underneath me and stone none of the chauvinist b******* describing me and accuracy
I could try to comprised and compact myself into a single movement
a single energy
to suit the laziness of the massess
that want everything to flow and categorize boxes
so they don't have to think outside of themselves

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